I am incredibly defiant.
More than most would allow themselves...I indulge my defiance and it destroys me.
But only defiant in certain areas...in other areas I am almost too willing; which brings me to my next fault: sometimes I value experience over second-hand logic, and this gets me into interesting situations. If I were a cat, I would be dead.
I cannot figure out social relationships. Either I am too aloof, or I am too attached. I can't seem to find the middle ground.
Due to my lack of comfort with social relationships, I enjoy thinking way too much. So much so, that I enjoy dreaming more than waking, and tend to sleep a lot.
Sometimes I get too wrapped up in the details that I miss the big picture, so to speak. It's trouble some during conversations, and work, where I get "hung up" on a detail and only someone very patient can shake me from my obsessive, almost emotional, fixation.
